• Corianne
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      • In response to: "What is the one thing you consistently spill on yourself?" Toothpaste. To the point where I've figured out that I need to brush my teeth before getting dressed in the morning, and after putting on my pajamas at night.
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    • Lovin' the eBooks

      • Barnes & Noble Nook e-reader is tiny!

        I scrimped and saved my pennies, and a few months back, I bought a Barnes and Noble Nook.

        And then they announced the color version.

        Besides being slightly bitter about not having all the information before making (what was for me, anyway) a big purchase, I love my Nook. I love that I can carry what would amount to hundreds of pounds of "real" books around with me, and that if I want to read my thousand-page door-stopper on the bus, I don't have to make extra room in my backpack, or carry around an additional 5-10 pounds all day. I also love, though my wallet certainly doesn't, that I have the ability to obtain a new book at a moment's notice without leaving my house.

        As for the implications of the eBook, I don't think that dead-tree books are ever going to go away completely--just like the horse didn't go away with the advent of the automobile. There are some books--like scriptures and textbooks that just don't work all that well in eBook format.

        I still adore the feel and smell of paper books, but I'm glad I've gone digital.

      • answered by Corianne on 12/17/2010
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    • Seth and Penny

      • My earliest memories come courtesy of the teenagers who lived kitty-corner to my family when I was a small child. At the time, my family lived in a community too small to be called a town--perhaps even, too small to be called a village.

        There was a post office, but the nearest place to buy gas or groceries was a half hour away. Rather than load a three and four year old into the car to go shopping, Seth and Penny from across the street would watch us when Mom
        needed to go to town to run errands.

        Honestly, I don't remember which of these two memories happened first, so I'm going to include them both.

        One, Penny, my sister and I were in the front yard of our house. Penny and my sister were talking about dreams, and, being three, I didn't know what a dream was, so I asked.

        Penny answered "A dream is what you see when you close your eyes." So I closed my eyes. I didn't see anything, so I made something up. I said that I dreamed I was a dancer.

        The other memory comes from Seth. Our house was built in the 1940s, and had been added on at least once by the time my family lived there (it had, incidentally, been built by my Grandfather, and it was the house my Mom grew up in too. My sister and I used to fight over who was going to live in the house when we grew up.) As part of the add-ons, there was a rather awkward basement, where the TV would go to live during summer months. Once, when Seth was watching us, he told us "There's a ghost in the basement, and if you go downstairs, it's going to get you!"

        Now, I don't know if Seth didn't want to go in the basement, or if he was just messing with us, or if he really believed that our basement was haunted. What I do know, is for a long time after we were told that, my sister and I were both afraid to go downstairs by ourselves. Even after the TV moved downstairs for the summer, we were afraid to go in one of the two basement bedrooms--because it had hunting bows hanging on the wall, and we thought the ghost would shoot us.

      • answered by Corianne on 08/27/2010
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    • What I'd Say to My 16-Year-Old Self

      • Student - Studying

        "You're not as smart as you think you are."


        I suppose that it isn't unusual for teenagers to think that they are smarter than their parents, teachers, religious leaders and other random adults in their lives. At least, that's how I was. Never mind that I was getting "B"s in school--I was getting those "B"s without studying and frankly putting a minimum of effort required into earning the grades I did get.

        My lack of study habit came back to bite me, hard. My first semester of college, I received my first failing grade. I flunked out a year later.

        Now, at the age of 29, I'm heading back. I hope that along with being older, I'm wiser and won't make the same mistakes I did the first time around.

        The past ten years of my life would have been so much better if I had realized, as a teenager, that the easy ride I had in high school wasn't going to last, and I needed to learn how to study and apply myself. Come to think of it, my teenage years probably would have been easier too.

      • answered by Corianne on 08/27/2010
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    • When the Lights Go Out

      • The fire alarms at my house are wired into the electrical system, with a back-up 9 volt battery just in case.

        The last time the power went out for any length of time at my house, I discovered that the back-up battery of the fire alarm located on my vaulted ceiling was low. I spent the entire outage trying to decide if my fear of flaming death was greater than my fear of falling from great heights and breaking bones.

        That was an unusual situation, though. Where I live, the power will go out fairly frequently, but usually not for more than 5 minutes at a time. You know, just enough time to find the flashlight and light the candles.

        If the power goes off during the day, I'll usually spend my time reading. If it's at night, I'll usually just go to bed.

      • answered by Corianne on 08/03/2010
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    • Desert Girl

      • There is an importance to place. While we are who we are, where we are effects us in strange ways. I would not be the person I am today had I grown up on the beach, or in a forest. I am a desert girl.


        The desert stretches out around me.

        Grass gives way to sagebrush, which in turn yields to the brittle cedar and juniper, and all yield to the white hardpan where nothing can grow. Hills rise and fall, and turn into mountains.

        Streaks of black volcanic rock jut out in places, giving variety to the endless, drab beige that otherwise surrounds me.

        I feel like I'm the only human in miles.

        I feel like I'm home.

        I'm a desert girl, born and bred. This place is in my soul. My ancestors came here on order from Brigham Young, and, as a testament to their faith, stayed.

        I relate to the desert that is the Great Basin. It is not inherently beautiful. It is difficult to get to know, difficult to love. But once you learn to see the beauty, it never leaves you.

      • answered by Corianne on 07/26/2010
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